Disconnect'd / death of a mockingbird ~

fell to earth like the death of a mockingbird
claws still left in my heart's discontent
lost its shine before its untimely demise
musings came undone mid-flight
this plight never had a chance to fly
scatter wildflowers on my grave-site
will you kindly please,
here lies the soul of peaceful lyrics   
    sing song's                   
        harmonies 
               disconnect
                     from
                         reality's 
                              rhyme

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jack...]

This is so sad my sweet friend. That feeling of having broken wings when we lose someone very close to us. Watching them fly off makes it so hard to get off the ground at times. Try as we may, our wings refuse to take flight and our heart breaks even more. This was achingly wonderful Frieda. Made my heart slow just a bit.

Had me singing the Beatle’s Blackbird in my head as I read.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Amazing as always Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Jack, I love that song, it makes me cry every time I listen to it. Carly Simon and James Taylor don't bring tears to my eyes at least. Muchly appreciate your kind words, always.

[Einstein Noodle]

when my wife died (1989) she was very young ... she is buried next to a steam and pond that has geese and swans in it during the summer ... i took our children there to plant wildflowers along the shore so am immediately reminded of that ... your poems contain so much in the way you put things .. i am never quite sure what deeper meanings may lie beneath but am hooked every time .. mockingbird claws embedded in my hearts discontent .... whew ... just beautiful!
E.

[Eric Pudalov]

Sad and extremely touching, Frieda. And as I'd mentioned to you not long ago, I can relate to that feeling...it's never easy to lose someone, especially long before you expected it to happen.

As for the poem itself, I always love the imagery and descriptions you use, especially "claws still left in my heart's discontent," and "scatter wildflowers on my grave-site." It's amazing how some of our deepest pain can inspire the greatest and most poignant art.

And I'm happy, at the very least, that you feel comfortable to share that art with us.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your kind words Eric, you know this one is highly personal to me, your thoughts are well taken my friend.

[Blue]

Oohhhh... Mothernutter. This is sad. Let's mourn for the death of a mocking bird... ;) What's the title of the song? I can't watch the video as of the moment...

[Frieda P]

Mockingbird by James Taylor and Carly Simon, what else? ;-) Seems they had the audacity to terminate it though, thanks sweet nutter!

[Blue]

Naahh, it's my boss's stupid regulation. No Youtube viewing during work hours. Except for the last hour, I get the luxury. Ha. Thanks, mother.

[Frieda P]

Oh geez, doesn't he know music is life-force, how does he expect you to be productive?

[Blue]

I agree! :) But music is not actually making me productive at work. Just distracted. ;)

[Frieda P]

Ha you've got a lot to learn grasshopper. ;-)

[Simran Kewlani]

This poem is beautiful. It's filled the beauty of a mockingbird.
Amazing song.(:
Keep smiling.

[Frieda P]

Thanks again Simran, muchly appreciate the visit and review, jazz'd you enjoyed. :-)

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Beautiful just beautiful.

Kaze~

[Frieda P]

Thanks, jazz'd you enjoyed my sad ditty Kazie....

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

Your very welcome. ^_^

[Saddam]

This is very sad...
a bird want to fly free in sky.... why can a hit her or caged her?
lovely but touching poem.
this plight never had a chance to fly
scatter wildflowers on my grave-site

[Frieda P]

Thanks Ssadd, muchly appreciated.

[Cassie]

here lies the soul of peaceful lyrics ....You absolutely know how to get away with words. Keep doing this. I enjoyed enjoyed enjoyed

[Frieda P]

Thank you thank you thank you :-)

[Lyn Anderson]

Dead birds all around thank you muchly. Oh man, I was drowning in sap and romance till I worked my way back thru my requests and came upon yours and Jack's dead birds. Thankfully. :)

[Frieda P]

Ha glad I could be of service, what would you like next time, a dead platypus? ;-)

[Lyn Anderson]

Umm, I could say something, but you probably already know what I am thinking ...

[Frieda P]

Ha I was thinking the same, but I figured you'd catch my drift..................

[Lyn Anderson]

Oh I do my deer, mmm dear -- spelling! LOL.

[Frieda P]

Buck that doe....did i say buck, I meant....hahaha

[Tai Ryens]

"Sing song's harmonies disconnect from reality's rhyme."
The unfortunate truth hidden within the essence of this very line, the sorrow that accompanies the realization that talent means nothing if the circumstances don't support it... Dismal, but truthful. I like it, especially in the sense where you watch as the other birds around you take off into the skies while you're trapped on the ground merely because the song you sing won't play perfectly with the tune reality sings . . .
What enticed me was the fact that there exists a species of bird (I can't recall which) that requires its younglings to learn a song perfectly to ensure that other, hostile species don't invade the nest for a quick meal from the mother . . . Having the voice but never learning the song, only to be punished by not being fed because you refuse to learn a song that a parent requires . . .

[Frieda P]

Wow that's interesting Tai, never heard that one, but it does fit in perfectly with the concept, thanks so much for your thoughts, always a pleasure.

[Tai Ryens]

Aha, yes, your poem brought to mind that species. If you're interested, all I can recall of the species is that the Cuckoo often inhabits the nest, pushing out the original chicks and feeding from the mother. The Cuckoo can't mimic the song perfectly, and that's what makes the behavior quite important in the survival of its species.

[Frieda P]

I'll definitely look into that one....figures it's a Cuckoo bird....ha

[Pryde Foltz]

fell to earth like the death of a mockingbird
claws still left in my heart's discontent

Who will sing for us now with the death of the mockingbird and the heart, all in one fell-swoop. Painful and poignant write.

[Frieda P]

Good question Pryde, thanks so much.